Fire in her heart

In a tranquil pond, a water lily lay,

Dreaming of the light that dances in the day.

Her petals exposed, she waits in a quiet place,

For rain clouds to part, revealing the sun's embrace.

 

She whispers to the ripples, soft and low,

Of golden beams that set her heart aglow.

In her dreams, the sky is clear and bright,

Each drop of rain a promise of the light.

 

Patiently she waits, through storm and shade,

Knowing that the darkness will soon fade.

Her roots deep in the water, firm and strong,

She holds onto her dream, like a silent song.

 

And when the clouds at last begin to part,

The light falls from the sky and touches her heart.

Then she blooms, her dreams come true,

Bathed in the warmth of the sun's golden hue.

 

Lost

Done